Healing the Cold CEO

Chapter Four

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It was hot in the SUV. Like really hot. Maybe it was because I was drunk. Or maybe it was the way Axle's had hadn't left my thigh from the moment we sped away from the club. His grip was firm, unrelenting- warming every single part of me. I didn't care that we had literally left the others with one car to get home with. It didn't matter that I was about to dive deeper into the hole I had dug for myself.

How could I dare spiral when his fingers massaged my thigh with every breath I took. He looked like the very Adonis statues we had spent the day admiring in the musuems. A picture of power and dominance as he leaned into his seat, one hand on the steering wheel with his focus solely on the road and not on how mad he was driving me with simply his touch that was nowhere near my own skin. I couldn't dwell on that thought. I would lose my train of thought.

I need to capture this moment...Its too perfect...

His hand flexed as I leaned towards him, the veins that were already prominent now even more pronounced, hitching my breath and addling my thoughts as I reached into his coat and pulled out my phone.

He didn't say anything and I was glad for it. The last thing I needed was to get lost in his deep voice. Now that would make me melt- a straight puddle into the floor. His gaze watched me for a moment before he turned his attention back to the road, leaving me to finally take a breath as my shaky hands unlocked my phone.

Reed Wonder and Aurora Olivas' The Machine began to play in the background, somehow setting the mood even more as I angled my phone, watching as his hand flexed perfectly, allowing me to snap a shot of his hand on my thigh. The click of the photograph filled the car but all I could focus on was figuring out how to store the wild emotions coursing through me in this moment just from his touch.

The song seemed to be an apt representation of the man before me. He was a picture of power and dominance- a master of his universe and yet still a man whose demons would probably be too overwhelming for any normal man. They were there, lurking in the deepest crevices of his mind. I knew a dark and dangerous man when I saw him and Axle Gray seemed to be the personification of just that.

Leaning against my car door, I raised my phone once again, ready to take a perfect snapshot of the man before me. I couldn't help it. When art presented itself before me, I lost all sense of control. And He was Art personified. A beautiful, powerful man who deserved to be immortalized in art. I knew I would spend hours in front of my easel recreating this very moment. I would obsess over every single line of his angular jaw, his muscular arms that stretched against the black shirt he wore- not forgetting those eyes.

Fuck, those eyes...

Intense hazel- a burst of molten gold trapped within a ring of green-blue that looked absolutely ethereal in the light. A molten that darkened every single time he looked at me- just like he was now as the click of the camera echoed in the car. My breath hitched as his grip on my thigh tightened deliberately- deliciously- almost as if he was gauging how much pain I could take.

Oh, you have no idea how freaky I really am...

"Care to share what you're doing, manamea?"

His deep voice seemed to reverberate through me, all the way to my soaked panties. A simple sentence and I wanted to wrap my mouth around his d*ck just so I could hear him groan just as deeply and tell me how good I was. Because I knew for a fact that he was a Words of Affirmation kind of man. He wouldn't be silent. No, he would make me earn his praise.

And I fear he may just be my type in more ways than one...

Lowering the phone, I shrugged nonchalantly despite being anything but calm. I was searing hot, now more than ever as his hand seemed to begin to caress and soothe the sting of his tight hold. He was teasing me, that much was clear, and I was unsure on whether to smack him in the face or beg him to go higher- to touch me exactly where I needed him to.

"Nothing. Just admiring the view. You've certainly ripped me out of my Art block, that's for sure. I'm wondering whether I should return the favor..."

He raised a brow, his attractiveness reaching new heights with that single movement and yet his smirk was enough to convince me. I needed to wind him up just as tightly as I was. I needed him to understand the scorching desire I had for him.

Fuck decorum...I need this man. I need to know that I'm not the only one feeling this maddening desire and longing between us lest I lose my f*****g mind...

Not waiting for his response, my hands found their way to my pants, a smile stretching across my lips as I realised that I never really closed them from the club. The energy in the car seemed to shift the moment I dropped my phone, my other hand slowly trailing from my neck, down the path between my breasts to my bare waist where I lingered, fingering the snap that would open my lace bralette.

Axle's gaze zeroed in on my hand but he seemed torn as my other hand begun to work my zipper, lowering it to reveal my matching black lace thong that had been an apt and perfect choice for the night. Whether my sub conscious mind knew I would throw away my inhibitions and drive a certain 6 foot 5 man out of his damn mind was irrelevant. All I could focus on in this moment was how dark and dangerous the glint in his eyes had become- a look that was driving me wilder with desire. The warning in his gaze was clear as he alternated between watching me and watching the road.

What I was doing was probably hazardous to both of our lives, but I somehow knew, to the deepest depths of me, that Axle would never let anything happen to me...to us... And that very thought spurned me on despite the warning in his deep voice that seemed to have gotten deeper- laced with raw desire.

"Lena..."

The sound of my nickname on his lips made me shudder, sending pleasurable shivers through my body. Nobody had called me that from the moment my grandmother had died. It had been too painful for me to let anyone else do it and yet when it came from the beautiful man before me who seemed ready to park the car on the highway and devour me, it was perfect. It was hot. It was His.

Despite his warning, my boots were the first to go as I kicked them off before I leaned against my door and focused on my pants that I slowly pulled down- letting them pool at my feet and disappear somewhere below with my boots. I couldn't look at Axle anymore but I could certainly feel his gaze on me. Goosebumps spread across my skin from the intensity of his eyes and certainly not from the AC that was doing nothing to cool me down. I was hotter now than before- recognizing how wrong this moment was.

I was pretty much naked before this man now and yet I could not find a single ounce of shame within me. No, I wanted him to watch me. To take me in and realize just how serious I was. There was no turning back for me. I had made up my mind.

I am going to drive this man just as wild as I am in this very moment...

"f**k, Lena..."

His voice was laced with madness, desire and pain. Pain that I knew would turn to pleasure in no time as I toed my socks off placed one of my legs on his thigh before bending the other to open myself up to him. Reaching up into my hair, I pulled off the claw clip, letting the long strands frame my face and lightly brush my skin- intensifying the pleasure all the more.

I finally allowed my gaze to meet his own as my hands slowly found their way to the most intimate part of me, watching as he looked away and followed the path down, lingering as I slowly pulled my panties aside with a small moan, letting my fingers explore the wetness that had pooled there from the torture of his touch.

Two Feet's Tell me the Truth was playing in the background, a soundtrack to my devious desires as I begun to slowly circle the most intimate part of me, plunging a finger deep as the song reached a crescendo- eliciting a loud gasp from me. My gaze hadn't left him just yet, watching as the hand that had been holding my thigh begun to re-adjust what I knew would probably wreck me.

He was big. I had no doubt in my mind that he was and the very thought of him deep inside me made me wetter and wilder as I begun to bring myself to the brink of release. With the music rising and my orgasm growing closer with every breath I took, I closed my eyes and savored the absolutely feral thoughts of having Axle Gray mark me as his...

"No, manamea. Open your eyes and look at me...I want to watch you. This is my reward, is it not? Now, show me how you like to be pleased. Teach me and I'll spend the rest of my f*****g life surpassing your expectations."

I moaned, gushing at the depth of his words and the intensity of his gaze. I hadn't realised we were home yet and I didn't have time to process it. His touch on my thigh was warm, firm and yet another added kindling to the fire scorching through me as my finger went in and out of me.

"Add another one, baby...you can take it. I know you can."

He praised, licking his lips as I obeyed him and added one more finger to the fray. A loud moan escaped my lips at the intensity of the feeling and the devious smirk that stretched across his lips.

"That's a good girl...My good girl...."

And there he is. My Words of Affirmation man. He might just actually kill me or drive me insane...

"Every single moan...every single sigh...every single emotion. I want to imprint it to my mind and replay it every single day of my f*****g life."

His voice was brash, laced with deep desire and longing. His words were the spark that ignited me, my pace increasing as I chased my release. A gasp escaped me as his firm hand that had been rubbing soothing circles on my thigh now gripped my hand, pulling it away before he wet his fingers while I watched, the sight rendering me speechless but I found my voice soon after as a loud gasp and moan escaped me as he replaced my fingers with his own.

"Now...now, manamea...I can't let you off that easily..."

He whispered, his other hand wrapping around my neck before he began to slowly f*ck me. His pace increased with every breath I took, the crude sound of my wetness filling the car but we both didn't care. He was now so close, his forehead leaning against my own as his fingers went in and out of me in the most tantalising rhythm that drove me insane. He learnt fast. Too fast.

His thumb brushed against my cl*t just as his hand tightened around my neck, his gaze locking into my own as we breathed against each other. I was going to explode. I knew I would. And he did too as he grinned against my lips, whispering the words that confirmed what I already knew about him...

"Scream for me, manamea..."

He was a man of his word. And he had surpassed ALL my expectations.

"Oh fuck...Axe..."

I screamed, coming hard on his fingers just as his mouth crashed against my own in a breath-stealing, earth shattering kiss that sealed what I already knew.

Axle Gray would either be my refuge or my downfall...

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